Infantile Predictions

At Fathers' Day dinner last night, my family (mom+dad+sisters+grandpop) swapped stories from the youngest generation's childhood. What this translates to in the McAndrews household is as much embarrassment as possible. By dessert, we were all rolling. Around ice cream scooping, my parents mentioned that at ages 2 and 4, Dad commented that when we each went to college, I would ask, "Where do I buy my books?" and Ally would inquire, "Where do I get my beer?" I don't know if I should be ashamed or proud that age four my parents knew I would be a nerd.